Devil from Moscow (Medvedev Bratva #1)

I never expected to fall for a devil.

Nina:
You know the story where the hero comes in and saves the day, rescuing the heroine right in the nick of time?
This isn’t that story.
Instead of a knight in shining armor, he’s a sexy, tatted-up Bratva boss with a reputation for being brutal and fierce.
Vasily finds me after I’ve already been brought to my lowest—broken by cruel men until I barely recognize myself.
He doesn’t offer me salvation.
He offers me protection and revenge.
And I gladly take it.
Because I don’t need a knight in shining armor.
I need a villain who doesn’t mind getting his hands dirty, a man who will make those bastards pay for what they did to me.
I never expected to fall for the devil with blood on his hands.
I never expected to crave the comfort of his powerful body.
But our arrangement quickly turns into something more as he teaches me what real pleasure feels like, and soon I’m addicted.

Vasily:
When I first saw her, she was broken, alone, scared.
I couldn’t leave her, so I did the only thing I could do.
I claimed her as my own and gave her the protection of my name.
She knows who I am, knows my reputation and the bloody stories they tell about me.
But she’s not the one who needs to fear me.
It’s all the men that hurt her who need to be scared.
Because I’m coming for them.
One by one I’m going to take down every single person who dared to hurt what’s mine.
Because Nina is mine.
She was mine the second she wrapped her arms around me and begged me for help, and I’m never letting her go.

Romance